Step back from this moment and take a surreptitious breath,
Absorb every detail till it leaves you bereft.
Take away from this whatever you will,
Swallow it like all them other forsaken pills.
I however, take no pleasure nor do I feel pain,
I do not feel the rapture of the sun or stinging of the rain.
That even though my heart is reckless...
Battered and bruised beyond redemption or repair,
I do not despair.
For I can still love, breath and desire,
Even if that means you not ever being there.
There's hope, a strange aura of salvation,
Love may bless me in this life,
May offer me the warmth of its companion.
If all fails, and I'm left lost awash to the vagrant valour of emotion,
Then all control shall cease to come into fruition.
The sweet vile longing for sense of purpose,
Shall be bitter and degrading,
If I am to feel so completely lifeless.
So I'll search for a strength deeply buried within,
To fight for a cause I may never win.
© 2011 Alana Bembridge